Alexander sighed lightly, adjusting the strap of his shoulderbag as the elevator went up. Alexander felt woozy, swaying lightly as he stood. The students at the school had been coughing and sneezing, or course without covering, so he hoped nothing had been spreading around the school - Despite being of fragile health, he never really did keep track of what circulated around the school, it was usually the common cold anyway. As the door opened, he made his way down to the floor that he and his beautiful wife, Hartley, shared. He noticed that she hadn't come home yet, since the floor was quiet save for a quiet hum which, Alexander assumed from the heat in his skin, was possibly the heater. Hanging his coat on the coat rack, he made his way towards his small study, which he used whenever he was making lessons plans, searching music, or whatever else.
Placing his shoulderbag on the desk, as usual, he sat down in the chair. With a long sigh, he pressed his hands against his face and drew them down. Well, he supposed it was time to look at how the students did on their very short intervals test. Thankfully, all of his tests didn't take long - perhaps twenty minutes at most, leaving the rest of the classtime for singing. He knew he tended to be rather hard on his students, but hoped that made them better musicians. As he pulled out all massive binder that held the papers of all three hundred of his students from all of his classes, he heard the front door open and close again, followed by a familiar voice - Harley.
"Welcome home, honey!" he called out, standing and turning away from his desk, crossing the tiny study to the door. A light, gentle smile crossed his face as he spied Hartley standing near the door. Stopping in font of her, he lightly grasped her upper arms and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "How were things at the hospital today?" he asked, releasing her from his very light hold and letting his hands drop to his side.